"The stars whisper, boy... but you gotta know how to listen."

Old Morro is a grizzled, wiry man with a face carved by time and hardship. His skin is weathered and creased, with deep lines etched into his dark, sunken eyes, giving him a look of someone who has seen too much—and perhaps not entirely of this world. His unruly, salt-and-pepper beard is tangled, and his long, wispy hair often hangs in strands over his face. His clothes are little more than patchwork rags, a mixture of tattered cloaks and layers of scavenged fabric, worn more for comfort than warmth. He smells faintly of damp alleyways, old parchment, and a strange hint of incense, as if some forgotten ritual clings to him.

Ancestry/Heritage

• Human

Profession/Titles

• Beggar

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You'll have to talk to him/her to find out...